Monday, November 21, 2011

Preface of My Book

I have started working with a book person to get this published. Here is the Preface. What do you think? Would you keep reading?

"You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you."


- Madeleine L'Engle, A Wrinkle in Time

Preface

I never really took the time to bother with the everyday early morning runners and their monotonous daily routines. Yet, for one split moment this cold and slightly breezy early winter morning, I lost focus of who I had become. Since the mild change in climate people are wearing their slightly heavier workout attire, well heavy winter clothes for Southern California. This particular morning, I stopped and took the time to concentrate on the people running by me and what they were doing. Each one had very distinct thoughts and seemed to move in slow motion while passing, helping me absorb their lives much like a movie reel. I was placing myself in a vulnerable position, something I had never allowed myself to do. This was my fate. I knew what had to be sacrificed, as a sacrifice is the highest form of everlasting love. For a split second time was standing still and I realized my choice had changed everything. I was starting to… feel. I turned his way and looked into those dark hazel green eyes and finally knew who he was. I have been warned not to look into his eyes as, not to invade who he was, but the eyes are the window to ones soul and the only way I could truly find love.

Seriously, this was how it would end? This moment was etched into my heart, reshaped by what I saw in his eyes. Our lives had mixed, hearts intertwined, and souls joined. Shakespeare sweetly explained, “Perdition catch my soul but I do love thee.” Perdition was never a word I understood, let alone a word that would define my destiny.

I can feel the tears falling gently down my cheeks as he puts his arm around my cold shoulder. He was warm which took a small sting out this chilly morning. Distant traffic sounds filtered through trees: muted background music. Dandelions glowed yellow from the morning sun, it was impossible not to record the role they would inevitably play in my death. He flashed me a thoughtful smile, knowing, as well, what our future would hold. There is no reason for us to grieve. He completed me.

2 comments:

LindyLouMac in Italy said...

Yes I think so :)

Unknown said...

i would read it for sure! :-D